Besides Lin Qingzhu and Ning Ruoxuan, several of Ning Wangshu's instructors, including his counselor Zhou Jing, were also in different places, staring in shock at Ning Wangshu as he rose into the air.
"N-Ning Wangshu!? That's Ning Wangshu! He's flying too! How is that possible!? Could he be an Immortal cultivator!?"
Ning Wangshu's instructors were all dumbstruck. They stared at the sight in disbelief, their faces dazed and bewildered.
Not to mention how everyone else felt at that moment.
Heavenly Sword Elder watched Ning Wangshu rise into the air and make what, to him, were outrageously arrogant remarks. He was so furious that he laughed.
"Good, very good! You really are stubborn to the bitter end! You're already on the verge of death, yet you still dare to spout such nonsense! You want me to leave my life here, and you want to destroy my Godly Sword Pavilion?"
"Heh! That's the funniest joke I've ever heard!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Heavenly Sword Elder's smile vanished. A murderous aura suddenly crossed his face, and two sharp sword-like glints seemed to flicker and flare in his narrowed eyes.
The next moment, he slowly raised his right hand, which he had held open. The countless strands of Sword Qi swirling wildly across his palm grew ever more restless, as if they could hardly wait to burst forth and drink their fill of blood.
"Foolish boy, did you think I was joking when I said that with no Immortals in this world, I was invincible, and that I alone reigned supreme?"
"Since you're asking for death, since you want to taste the might of my Supreme Sword Body, I'll give you what you want! Hmph!"
Heavenly Sword Elder gave a heavy snort. His whole body radiated a murderous aura, and the corner